Always yours
Early morning pearls
weigh down the spider’s web.
A dying breath,
the merest touch
could bring this temple down.
What hidden part is Samson’s wish to be Delilah
and what is structural fault?
Here I dance.
Yes, here I dance with you,
singing these songs of praise.
My heart,
my body now
a silver spider web,
touched by Goddess dew.
Turned beautiful by you,
turned song because of you,
still I’m barn mouse small:
a bit of trembling fur,
hold in the palm of your hand;
all love and feeble flesh -
all yours.
You know you can destroy me
with just one careless word,
one hand lifted in disdain.
This spider web,
this temple that you made,
beautiful as morning dew,
is but one breath removed from trembling ruin.
My Lady,
I am ghost turned flesh,
stone turned diamond
by your temple touch.
I’m yours till death takes all;
yours to hold or kill
but always, always yours.